Page 80 of Wild Hit
“But, I mean. One thing is faking in front of Henry Vos, another is making out alone in a car like we’re in high school.”
I use all my willpower reserves to not point out how she changed a kiss into making out. The latter option would be even better.
I’m glad I didn’t wag my tail from the get go, because I’m not going to pressure her into doing something she’s now talking herself out of.
I reach for the volume dial. “Then we can just listen to some music and?—”
“No.”
Her hands grab my forearm. I look up at her. “No?”
Audrey’s mouth opens and closes, and my attention gets sucked in by her lips. Even in the dim lighting from outside, they look plump and glossy, and my mouth starts watering like the perv I am deep down.
Her hands cinch tighter around my forearm. “I—I want to try again. To feel feminine and careless and fun. And I know it’s going to be safe with you.”
I nearly mewl because if she knew how spicy my thoughts were getting, she may start to doubt that. Tearing my eyes away from her lips, I find earnest green eyes that skewer through me.
Gently, I pry her hands off my arm and lean away. Audrey wilts a little, but I keep watching her as I push my seat away fromthe steering wheel—which is slow enough to get a tad awkward—and then unfasten my seatbelt.
“Come here.”
It doesn’t matter that my voice is the thickest it’s ever been, or that maybe I should’ve added a please at the end of the sentence. The embarrassment in Audrey’s demeanor evaporates and next thing, she’s also unfastening her seatbelt and shoving my jacket off.
Somehow I’m not nervous as I watch her lift up her dress skirts to maneuver. I feel just the same as if I was standing in the batter’s box, ready for a ball to fly at me. Just the same, I reach for my crucifix, almost confused that I don’t find the wedding ring next to it until I remember that it’s proudly on my finger.
That’s right, none of this is real. But it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it.
I reach for Audrey’s waist and lift her carefully unto my lap. The height puts her neck at an uncomfortable angle, and I find the controls again to lean my seat back until she has to make no further effort.
Even better, it makes her collapse on my chest.
Our noses bump, but instead of meeting me halfway for a kiss, Audrey pulls slightly away. “Some ground rules.”
“Okay,” I say, swallowing hard.
“Hands above the waist,” is her first one.
“I kinda like your legs though,” I admit.
“You do?” Her eyebrows rise. “Okay, you can touch my legs, but that’s it.”
My lips stretch a little, and this time she’s the one staring at them. After running my tongue across them, I ask, “What else?”
“Um…” She focuses on my eyes again and shifts a little. “Right, kissing only. And Vegas rules?—”
I splay my hands more possessively around her waist. “What happens in this car stays in this car.”
“Exactly.” Audrey nods solemnly. “And also, only this once.”
I take in a deep breath.
She’s right, it can only be one more time. If we kiss again—and again—it’s going to be so much harder for me to contain how much I want her.
However, I’m not a complete fool. “Does that mean one kiss only or one make out session?”
The question catches her off guard, and she has to meditate it for a second. “Make out session. Just until the rain stops.”
That’s a good deal. In Central Florida it can last all night long. I don’t say that, though. Instead, I just say, “Then kiss me, woman.”
